First/donnai
                                      Bob Dea
                                    My First Time
                       It was a long time ago... almost twenty-five years, but I
                    remember it like it was yesterday.  My brothers had swimming
                lessons and my Mother had taken them to the YMCA for the afternoon. 
                  I was 15 and on my own pretty much, left at home to do the yard
                   work because I had chosen to sleep in that morning instead of
                       getting up to do the mowing so's I could go swimming.
                         That was fine with me because I was at the point in my
                adolescence that the mere sight of a nubile young thing in a bikini
                     was enough to give me a raging hard-on... which was pretty
                embarrassing at times.  So my Mom took the kids to the pool for the
                  afternoon  and I stayed home to cut the grass and so on.  My Dad
                was a school teacher and had to work other jobs, so was out paining
                  a house or something until dark, which in Indiana was about 9:00
                                                PM.
                     I started on the lawn about 1:00 in the afternoon, and it was
                a hot(!) July day.  I was mowing with my shirt off to try to deepen
                     my tan, and the sweat was rolling off me in sheets.  Grass
                 clippings from the power mower were flying in the wind as I zipped
                 along the browning summer grass, and sticking to my sweaty body. 
                  I had just finished mowing a row and was turning around to start
                 another when I was startled to see someone had come up behind me.
                        It was Donna, the wife of a teacher friend of my Dad's. 
                 Actually, Donna was a teacher too, but my Dad was acquainted with
                     her husband more than she.  She was carrying a big chilled
                  watermelon, which was also dripping with sweat from the humidity
                  in the air touching its cold surface.  The water clinging to the
                huge melon was soaking her light cotton blouse, which made it cling
                                         to her thin body.
                        Donna was clutching the melon to her breast, and it was
                  obviously too much for her to carry.  I turned off the mower and
                   lifted the melon from her arms saying, "Hi, Donna.  Let me get
                                               that."
                       She looked at me kinda funny, as I was standing there with
                               cutoff Levi's , no shirt and tenny's.
                      "Thanks, Bobby," she said.  "You've really grown up over the
                                         past few months."
                      I looked at her and she looked at me for the longest time in
                           the front yard, both of us grinning stupidly.
                       Now don't get me wrong.  Donna was not a pretty woman.  At
                     about 5'11" she was taller than me by about an inch, but I
                  outweighed her by a good 30 - 40 pounds.  She was scrawny, kinda
                     like Olive Oyl in the Popeye cartoons, with tiny breasts.
                        Her wet blouse clung to her chest, and her bra was quite
                  visible underneath.  It looked like two white lace tiny icecream
                cones stuck to her chest.  There was absolutely no cleavage between
                 the pointed humps.   Toothpick legs stuck out from the bottoms of
                 her knee length bermuda shorts, and she was wearing sandals, with
                                  her toenails painted bright red.
                     The face I was gazing at was bony, with a prominent nose upon
                 which was perched "coke bottle" glasses.  She was without makeup,
                 other than bright red lipstick the same color as her nail polish. 
                  It was thickly applied and there was a red smear across crooked,
                    although brightly white, teeth.  Her dark hair was cut in a
                   pageboy, and was stringy.  Definitely not attractive... but a
                                         really nice lady.
                        She smiled again.  "I thought you guys would like a cold
                  melon," she said.  "My dad picked several last night and brought
                them up in the cooler this morning.  Why don't you take this inside
                for me so you mother can put it in the refrigerator?  You look like
                 you could use a break anyway."  She looked at my sweaty body some
                                      more and grinned again.
                     I stuttered a little.  "Donna, my Mom took the kids to the "Y"
                             and won't be home for a couple of hours."
                      "That's OK," she said.  "Let's take in inside and I'll help
                               you make room in the icebox for it."  
                        She walked past me closely and brushed one pointy breast
                              against my arm.  It was hard as a rock.
                     Not knowing what to say or do, I followed her into the house.
                      She held the door for me to bring the melon in, allowing me
                    just enough room to get it, again my arm brushed against her
                   pointed breasts.  I heard her gasp a little as my muscular arm
                                            grazed her.
                     Once inside the cool house, I placed the melon on the kitchen
                  counter, and washed my hands off in the sink.  I grabbed a towel
                   and turned around to dry my hands.  She was looking at me real
                              funny, and I was getting uncomfortable.
                       I walked to the refrigerator and opened the door.  It was
                  packed full, and there was no way the melon was going to fit.  I
                 bent over to see if there may be room at the back of the shelves,
                  and she walked up behind me and bent over the top of me to look
                into the machine.  Her hard breasts poked into my back noticeably. 
                 I noticed the heavy smell of my perspiration as the cooling sweat
                  dried on my body.  I though I smelled awful, but apparently she
                                              didn't.
                        "You smell great, Bobby," she said breathlessly, and now
                            ground her breasts noticeably into my back.
                            I stood up abruptly and turned around, shocked.
                      She reached down and rubbed my crotch wantonly, as I stared
                                        at her homely face.
                         "Let's see how much you HAVE grown," she said, smiling
                                             weirdly. 
                     I couldn't help but notice the red smear on her teeth from the
                                             lipstick.
                       But you know, in spite of her unattractive features, I was
                getting aroused!  My cock was filling with blood at an embarrassing
                rate, inching upward toward my navel.  She had me and she knew it. 
                 A look of sheer ecstacy came across her face as my dick grew under
                                         her manipulations.
                      She reached up with the other hand and took off her glasses,
                 laying them on the top of the refrigerator, and bent down slightly
                 to kiss me.  Her mouth opened immediately and her tongue attacked
                  my closed lips, trying to pry their way into my mouth.  I opened
                  my mouth to accept her probing, and tasted her sweetness as our
                   tongues clashed.  She was immediately breathing deeply in huge
                            gasps, and her hand went wild at my crotch.
                     My cutoffs were riding low on my hips, and as my cock filled,
                 the head crept up and peeked out over the waistband of my shorts,
                its single eye already weeping a tiny drop.  I pushed her away from
                                                me. 
                     "Donna," I gasped, "I can't... I don't... I mean... "   I was
                 really confused.  Donna was an "older woman" at 30-ish, and I was
                  a virgin, being barely beyond the first kiss.  And she was horny
                  as hell.  "What about Steve," I asked?  "He's my Dad's friend."
                       Donna looked at me with watery blue eyes.  "Steve doesn't
                       care,"  she said softly.  "Some day I'll explain why."
                        She had settled down some, although was still breathing
                   heavily.  My young cock had not softened at all, and was still
                 peeping from the top of my shorts.  Donna looked down at the thing
                                        and smiled widely.  
                       "I'm hungry," she exclaimed and immediately dropped to her
                 knees.  She unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts and pulled them to
                 my ankles.  Looking up at me with pride, she opened her wide mouth
                 and enveloped my cock, her sharp teeth scraping it slightly as she
                 took most of it into her mouth.  Her head moved in and out as she
                  sucked and licked the thing, but her eyes never left my face.  A
                           couple of strokes and I was breathing heavily.
                    I was amazed at the feelings I had.  Her mouth felt wonderful! 
                  Hot and wet, the tongue swirling around the head of my cock, she
                was making my toes curl up inside my sneakers until my feet started
                  to cramp.  I had, of course, never had oral (or any) sex before,
                 although most of my friends had said they had.  Blow jobs were the
                    frequent object of discussion in the locker room.  From the
                   manipulations her mouth was making, I doubt now that any of my
                 friends had ever really had a blow job, or if they had, the giver
                       was not as experienced, or as enthusiastic, as Donna.
                     I felt an uncontrollable urge coming, and I didn't want it to
                 end.  "Donna," I exclaimed!  "I'm going to cum!"  I wanted to cum,
                   but didn't want her to stop!  My hand were at the sides of her
                             head, fingers trapped in her stringy hair.
                     She wrapped her long fingers around the bottom of my stalk and
                  squeezed tightly, cutting off circulation, and sucked and licked
                  even harder; her head pistoning in and out at a furious rate.  I
                     felt the fireworks of my first orgasm from oral sex within
                 seconds... but did not ejaculate!  Her tight fingers had prevented
                    the semen from leaving the body!  She kept sucking and I had
                   another orgasm almost immediately, her fingers continuing her
                                    strangling grip on my cock.

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                     I pushed her head away after the second orgasm, my cock swayed
                to and fro like a wet pendulum as it slipped from her mouth. It was
                almost purple from her tight grip, and swelled to proportions I had
                  never experienced before.  There were streaks of her bright red
                 lipstick on it.  She let go of it and it slapped wildly against my
                                              belly. 
                     Donna looked troubled.  "What's wrong Bobby?  Didn't you like
                                                it?"
                      "Donna," I answered,  "I loved it!  It felt wonderful!  I've
                never felt like that before!  But I've never been, you know, inside
                           a woman before."  I looked sheepish, I guess.
                     "You mean you're a virgin," she asked incredulously?  "A good
                                      looking guy like you?!"
                       This was in about 1965, so the sex revolution had not yet
                         gotten into full swing, but promiscuity abounded.
                      I didn't answer, but blushed fiercely.  I could feel my face
                             get really hot.  But my dick stayed hard!
                       Donna stood up abruptly.  "We'll fix that," she exclaimed!
                     She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, then asked me to
                 help her with the rest.  As my trembling fingers fumbled with the
                  stubborn buttons, she reached down and pulled down her bermudas,
                stepping out of them and kicking them across the kitchen.  Next she
                 pulled down her cotton briefs (definitely unsexy) and did the same
                  with them.  I was still fumbling with her button, so she started
                  at the bottom and unbuttoned the rest while I was still messing
                                          with the second.
                       Donna took off the blouse and unfastened her bra, while I
                                   hastily kicked my shorts away.
                     I looked at her.  Absolutely no tits!  Her breasts were almost
                nonexistent, barely rising from the chest.  But what nipples!  They
                were a dark reddish brown, the aureoles protruding like half a golf
                  ball from the slight mounds of her breasts, with the rest of the
                 nipple projecting like the end of my index finger, stiffened with
                 lust.  The most amazing thing though, was her pubic hair.  It was
                   a great brown mass, covering the lower tummy from navel to her
                 mound, widely spreading to the tops of her legs.  There was no way
                 she could wear a bikini with that bush!  It glistened with sweat.
                     Donna reached up with both hands and pinched her own nipples,
                   her hips gyrating to an unheard beat.  She rubbed her tits and
                  stepped into me, her hairy tummy grinding against my hard cock.
                Then, she took my left hand and placed it between her legs, showing
                 me with her fingers where to place mine against her clitoris.  She
                                          was soaking wet!
                      I reached around with my right arm to pull her nearer and my
                hand found a mass of hair at the small of her back!  I slid my hand
                   lower, and found the hair weaving its way between her buttocks
                 towards her asshole.  My fingers followed the path and grabbed her
                    left buttock, squeezing it gently, my middle finger probing
                                       slightly at her anus.
                      She gasped, and her eyes widened.  Donna pinched her nipple
                harder and rode my hand as it stroked her clit, becoming slick with
                 the juices flowing from her crotch.  She smiled lustfully and her
                 wide tongue flicked out to lick her lower lip, then the upper lip
                                        in a lazy circle.  
                      My poor cock was started to get chafed from grinding against
                                       her bony, hairy tummy.
                      "Please Donna," I asked... no, begged!  "Can I put it in?  I
                                        need to put it in!"
                        "I thought you'd never ask," she smiled slyly.  She took
                  several steps to the side, dragging my with her, and lay down on
                the carpet in the adjacent dining room, pulling my down atop of her
                  gaunt body.  I tried to stick it in her clumsily, but rammed it
                  into her bony pelvis.  She quickly grabbed the stalk and gently
                                 guided it into her waiting pussy.
                     It was hot and wet, and I slid in to her depths immediately. 
                   We gasped in pleasure in unison; a duet of passion.  I started
                  thrusting excitedly, but she grabbed my hips and slowed me down.
                           "Let's make it last," she said in a sultry voice.
                      I obeyed, and made my thrusts slow and gentle, concentrating
                  on the feelings I was getting as my hard rod slipped deeper into
                 her channel, until it knocked against the cervix; pulling back out
                 until just the head was inside her steamy tunnel; thrusting again
                                            to the hilt.
                     Her pussy was amazing!  Even now after all those years, I have
                  felt few like it.  She had astonishing muscle control.  It felt
                like a small hand was inside her cunt, grabbing and milking my cock
                 with every thrust.  Slimy hot fingers pulsed against my dick as it
                  worked its way in and then grabbed it and scraped the juices off
                  as I pulled it back out, creating almost as much suction as her
                  talented mouth had.  I was getting lose to cumming again after a
                                  few strokes, and I told her so.
                        "Don't worry," she assured me.  "I am too!"  Donna began
                  lifting her hips higher off the floor undulating wildly into me
                with each inward thrust.  Our lunges became wilder and I could hear
                 the slurping sound of her juices as I pounded my cock as deep and
                 hard into her waiting pussy as I could, my balls slapping her tiny
                                  butt savagely with each thrust.
                      I kissed her deeply, our tongues battling for control of our
                  mouths, as we oscillated back and forth, my tongue in her mouth,
                           then hers in mine.  Sweat poured from my body.
                      And then I came as the pressures from our hot sex became too
                 much for my inexperience to handle.  I stabbed my cock into her as
                  far  as I could, and stopped thrusting in a vain attempt to hold
                  off my orgasm, but couldn't.  I could feel the hot liquid as it
                  came racing through my dick and angrily spurted into her.  Wave
                 after wave of semen jetted into her until I shuddered with orgasm
                 and fatigue.  Donna continued to grind her pelvis into me and her
                                  face and chest turned beet red.
                     "I'm coming too, Bobby," she whispered between gasps for air.
                   Donna quivered as her orgasm hit full force, her back arching
                                   loftily off the soft carpet.  
                     Then the damnedest thing happened.  Her pussy clamped down on
                 my cock and held it in there!  I couldn't have pulled it out if I
                  had tried, not that I wanted to.  I didn't mind, because at that
                 moment I wanted to stay in those blazing depths for ever!  But her
                 pussy had the same effect as her hand had earlier.  It pinched off
                the artery that supplied blood to my engorged cock and wouldn't let
                  the thing get soft!  I rolled to the side and we rested side-by-
                  side on the carpet, with me still very deep inside her.  I could
                   feel the pulsing fingers of her pussy start to knead it again,
                                              slowly.
                      After several minutes of kissing and fondling, she rolled me
                  over on my back and sat atop of me, never once letting go of my
                  hard cock.  Our juices dripped down onto my sparse pubic patch,
                puddling under her.  She bent over and offered one of her marvelous
                nipples to my mouth.  I eagerly grabbed it with my lips, and rolled
                 it around, licking its stiffness with my tongue.  It was long and
                                              rubbery.
                       Donna moved around a bit and got her knees under her, and
                              started to move deliciously on my cock. 
                         "Don't be afraid, Bobby," she said.  "Bite my nipple."
                         I complied and chewed gently on her rubbery fingerlike
                  projection.  She moaned with pleasure.  I looked up and saw that
                 she was drooling, long strings of spittle hanging from the middle
                   of her lower lip.  Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on
                   riding my stalk.  Her right hand was at her groin, and she was
                 fingering herself, rubbing her clitoris as she rode my hard saber,
                    lost in a sea of concentrated passion.  I left the nipple to
                  momentarily pull her lips to mine and suck the spittle from her
                 lips and mouth, then went to her other breast, to give that nipple
                                the same consideration as the other.
                     This is getting rather long, but I guess you get the picture. 
                   We made love for almost three hours that afternoon, in various
                 positions.  She was incredibly passionate.   Before we knew it, it
                  was time for the guys to come home from their swimming lessons. 
                 So we quit and got dressed.  Donna stayed inside to straighten up
                  the kitchen and put the warming melon in the refrigerator, and I
                                  went outside to finish the lawn.
                      I had barely gotten finished with it when Mom got home with
                  my brothers.  She asked what had taken so long, and then noticed
                                    Donna's VW parked in front.
                         "Oh," she asked?  "Have you been entertaining Donna?"
                      I just smiled and rolled my eyes, like it was another chore
                                            I had to do.
                                             
 
                                                  

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